neyronrose (neyronrose) wrote,

garden club and TV shows

Garden club was exciting today.  I'd made my May baskets last night -- all pink and white flowers, and very cute, I thought.  I got there more or less on time, as they were loading the baskets into someone's husband's car for delivery.  I just passed my baskets along to him.  It was the eightieth anniversary of the garden club, to the day.  We had the regular meeting an hour early, with S.M. reading the minutes from the first garden club meeting in 1930, then her own extensive minutes from last month.

We went off to have lunch at a historic restaurant and inn, but as we were getting seated, the hostess came in, clapped her hands, and said, "Ladies, we're having a little crisis.  If you would just go out to the parking lot..."  As we filed out, we could hear the fire alarm.  The staff in charge suggested that we move our cars before the fire trucks blocked the way.  Fire companies from two townships responded to the alarm.  As we stood in the lot, we could see a pretty good-sized plume of smoke billowing out from the back of the building.  I'd carpooled with someone, and she decided she should get her car out of there while she could.  The emergency personnel had already blocked off a section of the road the way we'd come, so we went in a little circle.  Fortunately, we didn't get really lost, as you can -- and as I have -- on the little backroads around that town.  Most of the garden club came back to our regular meeting place, where a few said they'd had enough excitement for the day, and headed home.  Well, most of them are in their seventies or eighties.  A little more than half of us decided we should go to a Plan B.  I suggested a really nice Asian food restaurant, which nobody knew how to get to.  It's right on the main road in the area.  Then I suggested the Chinese buffet place in one of the shopping centers in [town a little further west].  They decided to go to an Italian restaurant a few blocks from where we were, but it was BYOB, so one of the ladies went on a liquor store run.  I gave her a ten and requested a bottle of Chenin Blanc.

We carpooled there without incident.  One of the ladies had had her car blocked in by a fire truck, so she needed transportation anyway.  "It's the Jag," she said.  I'd be worried, too.  G., who'd gone for the wine, brought back a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, a Chardonnay, and a Pinot Noir.  I tried the Sauvignon Blanc, which was a little dry for me, although she tasted it and said it was quite sweet.  I think anything more dry than grape juice is dry, so I'm not all that reliable.  (Added: Mom tried it and said it was very dry.  If Mom thinks that about wine, it must be true.)  I think a few other ladies had some of the wine, because I just had the one glass, and there's perhaps two-thirds of the bottle left.  It's a pretty big bottle.  I took it home so it wouldn't be wasted.  Mom will help me out with it.  (Added: Or I'll just go ahead and get a bottle of the Chenin Blanc, which I will drink.) 

I talked to D.S. again about learning German.  I said, "Just assume I know all the swear words."  We talked about her coming to my house, which she thought was far away.  I asked about coming to her house, if she had a computer with Internet access.  She suggested the county library.  "That's two minutes from where I live," I said.  I think you need to use earphones if you're playing something like a movie or TV show there, so we'd be better off coming here.  I told her I'd call her.  Now I need to find the garden club booklet with her number in it.

It wasn't a bad day for me, since my car didn't get stuck anywhere.  I hope J.'s car is okay, and D.'s, which broke down just as she was trying to get out of the first restaurant's parking lot.  I'm half the age of some of the other garden club ladies, so I guess I can take some stress better.  I can deal better with some kinds of stress if I don't know about it coming, so I don't worry beforehand.  I don't like that kind of stress when I'm driving, but if I'm not driving, I can take some things in stride.

Soap operas: Alles Was Zahlt had quite a lot of scenes with Roman, and some with Deniz also.  Roman was doing some skating, which Dennis G. had been very happy about not having to do again.  Well, he knew he'd be playing a figure skater when he first started on the show.  (A commenter on EKP was laughing about that.)  Things seemed pretty good between Deniz and Roman today, though I haven't heard their dialogue yet.  Added later: The brunch with Marc was awkward, but Deniz and Roman still seemed strong together.  I'm just enjoying every episode in which they are affectionate, and keeping them in mind to watch when things get rough.  Now that I've actually gotten YouTube to take my comments, I won't be able to resist.

I thought my second comment ever on YouTube would be on Verbotene Liebe.  Maybe tomorrow, when Christian and Olli are on the show, I'll make my third comment ever.  Both of them were in the teaser.  I still think of my love for both Deniz and Roman and Christian and Olli as being able to appreciate two different things on their own merits.  VL didn't have the guys today, not even for a few seconds.  It was once again more of the von Lahnsteins, though I was moderately interested in the Andi and Helena scenes.  Tristan continues to creep me out, and Tanja is pretty spooky as well.  I watched some of the Charlie and Arno scenes, though I didn't follow a whole lot of what was going on.  I hope the "good guys" figure out some way to completely clear Andi's name.  By then he might be back with Nico, but I'd be fine with that.
Tags: garden club, soap opera

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